American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

The Kane family, along with the Wayne family, is one of the four major families in Gotham, and the two families are related by marriage.

More than a decade ago, the Kane family's supplies and the Wayne family's industries were the apple of Gotham's eye. It is still the same now, but with some slight fluctuations due to environmental protection orders.

The Wayne family is easier to deal with. The Wayne Group transformed a long time ago, but the century-old steel mill inherited from their ancestors was closed.

But the Kane family is not having it so easy. Even its largest ACE integrated chemical plant has been temporarily closed, and the Kane family’s upstream and downstream industries have been in crisis of bankruptcy one after another.

However, after the attack at the auction, the Kane family miraculously recovered from this situation.

Perhaps it was because of the volatility caused by the attack that the stock market went crazy and it started raining people from the sky, but amidst the red and blood, the Kane family still had sufficient funds.

He directly took down several companies and returned with full blood.

Now the eldest master of the Kane family has the leisure to appreciate the cultural relics that will be donated to the Gotham Museum soon.

"Dad, Mommy asked you to come in." Miss Kate impatiently kicked open the door of her father's collection room.

It's like a replica of a museum lobby, filled with display cases for various items, and on the walls are photos of Philip Kane's adventures around the world when he was young.

This is also a memory, well, this is where the old man reminisces about the past, because Master Philip is sitting on the ground without any image, holding a roll of tobacco leaves and rolling it in his hands.

"Got it." Philip agreed reluctantly and put the rolled cigarette on the cabinet beside him. There were already hundreds of cigarettes on the cabinet, some of which had fallen apart because they were not packed tightly.

Philip stood up, patted his butt, and walked outside.

Miss Kate was wearing a black suit, dressed like a playboy hanging out in a nightclub. She was looking in a small mirror, combing her greasy hair back with a comb.

Seeing... Master Philip was too embarrassed to watch, he quickly ran upstairs as if he was escaping, the stairs made a clattering sound under his footsteps, and no one knew who he was angry with.

Shortly after he left...

The window of the collection room was opened from the outside.

The agile Catwoman landed quietly on the ground, looked at the scene around her, and snapped her fingers crisply downwards.

Wrapped in a black uniform and a scarlet cape following behind, Spawn also jumped up, and his dark green eyes instantly scanned the surroundings. There was nothing here that he needed.

"Hero, don't let me down." Catwoman chuckled.

This guy who came to her on his own didn't look like someone he would be easy to mess with, but they made a deal. After finding the Spear of Longinus, Spawn helped her remove the cat-turning curse.

The deal was a good one, and Catwoman was happy about it.

Spawn walked into the collection room, looked up at the surroundings, and his eyes lingered on the collections one by one.

Catwoman took off her hood, tidied her hair and put it behind her, took out a few white collars from her backpack, altered her tight leather jacket, and put on an apron on the outside.

In a matter of seconds, Catwoman disguised herself as a maid and asked as she came.

The Kane family's wife is coming back to celebrate Christmas tonight, so we hired a lot of maids to tidy up the venue.

This was a good opportunity. After all, the Spear of Longinus did not have any energy fluctuations. It just had remnants of holy blood on it, emitting white light from the perspective of the soul.

Catwoman Selina walked out with her head held high and easily blended into the group of maids who were preparing dinner.

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Outside the Kane family, a gray Ferrari sports car drove in, and the bodyguards outside hurried over and opened the car door.

Bruce Wayne, dressed in a formal and well-dressed suit, got out of the car, picked up a bottle of rare red wine on the passenger seat, and walked inside. He was the guest tonight.

On a hillside not far away, Alfred drove the Batmobile and stopped in the darkness of the shade of the trees, watching the images transmitted on the screen. That was the scene that Bruce saw.

The pupil camera, a product ahead of its time, is like a cosmetic contact patch, a thin layer that is attached to the eyeball.

It can be connected to the Batcomputer and has most of the Batcomputer's visual capabilities, such as face recognition and object detection.

But even Bruce, who is wealthy, rarely wears such things, mainly because they are too difficult to produce.

So he prefers to use simple things, such as bat darts cut out of metal, spherical explosives, flash bombs, smoke bombs, and of course it would be easier to solve the problem with his fists.

"I hope Master Bruce can observe table manners instead of wolfing down the food."

Alfred muttered to himself while sitting in the car. He put on his reading glasses, took out the parenting handbook he carried with him from his pocket, found the place he had marked before, and began to look through it.

Although this book teaches people how to take care of children, in some aspects, it is also applicable to adults.

Well, an adult in his rebellious period.

The Batmobile was hidden so well that no one could find it. A black Chevrolet commercial vehicle, with its lights off, slowly drove back and stopped on the side of the road.

Alfred took off his reading glasses and looked at the in-car surveillance on the screen with some confusion, staring at the sneaky business car.

The car was parked on the other side of the shade of the tree. Even the lights in the car were not on, but there was a light from a lighter.

He shone a cigar at a big hooked nose, lit it, and the man put it in his mouth and took a deep puff.

Alfred pondered for a moment and made no move, leaving the Batmobile still hidden in the darkness of the trees.

Oswald, sitting in a Chevrolet commercial vehicle, was holding his cell phone and considering whether to say hello to Naegi.

He came to pick up Catwoman and Spawn. Just like Wayne Manor, Kane's mansion is also a manor in the suburbs.

This place is far away from the city, and it would be very troublesome to leave without a means of transportation.

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"Bruce, long time no see."

A lady dressed in gorgeous clothes came down the stairs with a gentle smile on her face.

Bruce, who was chatting with his cousin Kate beside the table in the living room, stood up quickly when he saw the lady, walked over and kissed her hand.

"Hello, ma'am." Bruce said very seriously, but there was no sense of familiarity, but rather a sense of strangeness.

The main reason is that Bruce is not really familiar with her. Even when Bruce was a child, he didn't know that he had such an aunt.

CIA agent, now the manager of a secret department, Lindsay Kane, this may be a pseudonym.

At least Bruce couldn't find her information in the Pentagon's database. Of course, it might be that it was hidden too deeply.

In short, this is an aunt whose identity is a mystery, her age is a mystery, everything about her is a mystery, even her appearance... well, she looks very young, compared to Philip who is walking down the stairs.

Master Philip is more like an old man and young wife configuration, very much like the stereotype of a capitalist master.

But who knows, Mrs. Kane is the same age as Master Philip, just a little older than Master Philip, there is a difference of a few years, it is true that the old cow eats the young grass.

"Bruce, are you okay?"

Philip came down and asked with deep eyes. His worried look was not fake, after all, this was his sister's only child.

"I'm fine, uncle." Bruce nodded.

"Okay, reminiscing can wait for a while. We should prepare dinner. Does Bruce like cake?" asked Mrs. Kane.

That aura and the position of a true mistress, even if she is away from Gotham for a long time, she still holds everything in her hands.

"I don't hate it. If there's caramel flavor, I'll have one. And if there's no table wine, I brought a bottle."